Claiming Her Innocence by Ava Sinclair

Eighteen-year-old Lady Penelope Lennox always considered herself destined for life as a nun, and she is shocked when her father arranges for her to marry Lord Alton Westcott, a man she’s never met. Determined to avoid the sinful pleasures of the world, Penelope decides to do the unthinkable. In the hope that persistent disobedience will force her future husband to send her back to the convent, she will put aside her meek demeanor and defy him at every opportunity.

Lord Westcott’s insatiable appetite for the fairer sex and his finely-honed skill in the bedchamber are both well-known, but after years of avoiding marriage his desire for a lasting love leads him to look beyond the jaded women of his social circle. His particular tastes demand a young lady unspoiled by the world, one suitable to become not only his wife but his little girl as well.

Penelope’s unruly behavior offers Lord Westcott the perfect opportunity to take her in hand, and it isn’t long before the beautiful, headstrong maiden is lying naked over his knee for a sound spanking. A sore bottom is only the beginning of his plans for Penelope, however, and soon enough she is blushing crimson as her bare body is intimately and thoroughly explored. But though Lord Westcott quickly proves more than capable of bringing his innocent little girl to one powerful climax after another, can he truly teach her to cast her shame and inhibitions aside and yield herself fully to his loving dominance?

Publisher’s Note:Claiming Her Innocence is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, anal play, elements of medical play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt

“There’s no need to fuss,” the doctor said as his nurse began to pull things from his bag and lay them on a nearby table. Penelope recognized two scopes, but when she saw the thick glass thermometer, her heart began to pound.

“I don’t have a fever,” she quickly said, recalling one of the girls at the convent tearfully describing how such an instrument had been shoved into her bum during an outbreak of fever that Penelope had fortunately avoided.

“Again, it’s routine, to establish a baseline,” Lord Westcott said. “And it will be over before you know it. In fact, we’ll get that part out of the way first. This is why you were told not to wear undergarments, Penelope. Just go lean over the bed and Dr. Baker will have a reading before you know it.”

But she was shaking her head. “No. I don’t want my temperature taken. And besides, I am wearing my undergarments.”

Lord Westcott walked over. “But you were told not to wear them.”

She dropped her eyes. “Yes, I know.”

“And you willingly disobeyed?”

“I’m an adult!” she objected. “I will not simply go without underthings because you say so.”

“My, it seems my little Penelope deigns to pick and choose when to be the coddled ward and when to be the independent lady, without realizing it is not her choice.” As he spoke, Lord Westcott removed his jacket and began to roll up his right sleeve to expose a muscular forearm.

Pulling over a nearby chair, he sat down and pulled Penelope across his lap, ignoring her protests as he flipped up her skirt and jerked down the pantalets she was wearing.

“Stop fighting,” he barked. “If you’d complied, Dr. Baker and his nurse would have only looked upon your bottom for the short time it took to take your temperature. Because you defied me in front of them, you’ll be corrected in front of them.”